Page 39 of Undone, Love Times Three

“I’m not staring at anyone,” I continue pouring wine for a couple of women.

“You aren’t fooling me, Adele.”

“He’s just a customer.”

“He’s been watching you too, you know.”

I tilt my head at her. “He has?”

She grins. “Oh yeah. And, oh,” she looks at screen beneath the bar. “He just ordered another drink. Why don’t you let me take over here and go help him out, hmm?”

“Stop pushing it.”

“You deserve a little fun. He looks like he’d be a good time,” she winks. “Go. He wants a 312.”

It will give me an opportunity to ask him about his help on the lawsuit. I wasn’t expecting it.

Our lawyer told me the man involved in the altercation had given a statement in our favor. That is the only reason I’m going over. And to serve him his drink.

He watches me approach, our eyes pinned to one another. If he’s surprised, I’m bringing him a drink, he doesn’t show it. At the table, I set his bottle and glass down. He’s on a high table again, so we’re at eye level.

“Didn’t think you would come in here again.”

“What can I say,” he stares at my lips then back at my eyes. “I like the beer.”

“What’s not to like,” I arch a brow.

Stop flirting. Be serious. He’s become an integral part of the disaster that is unfolding on Blue’s Hideaway. Well, maybe not integral but he is involved. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

His lips tilt in a sexy smirk. He picks up the bottle, raises it in toast then takes a few swallows.

Damn. That’s hot. I have to squeeze my lips tight to avoid making any involuntary sounds.

“You know about the legal matter,” I say, not wanting to shout everywhere that I’m being sued.

His face gets serious, and he ducks his head. “I do. I’ve already met with them and told my side. It’s a BS situation though. I’m sorry it’s happening.”

“It’s not your fault. Don’t worry, I don’t need a knight in shining armor to save me. We have lawyers and we will fight it.”

“You think that is what I was doing? I got called up and told the truth.”

“Just making sure.”

I tuck the tray under my arm and glance around us. It’s getting quieter. It’s a weeknight. People rarely stay out late.

“The assist is appreciated.”

He laughs. “You say that like it’s a sport we’re playing.”

“It’s the best way to look at it.”

My expression darkens at the thought of what is happening and what the real connotations are. Daniel sees it. Wiping it away, I start to leave but he talks again, stopping me.

“Blue, I don’t want to overstep, but I am prepared to help if you need it.”

“Still calling me Blue?” Not touching that offer with a ten-foot barge pole. The less we talk about the lawsuit the better. That is not what I want this to be about.

He dips his head, not so much in embarrassment, more like he finds it amusing.

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